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Someone is killing beautiful, young hipsters hipsters in East L.A. But while the bloody trail is cold for the super-apathetic detectives “investigating” the murders, Charlie, a crime scene cleaner with a penchant for Sherlockian deduction working for the private crime scene cleaning company, Aftershocks Inc. begins finding some unusual clues in the demo CDs of indie bands left behind at the murder sites. It’s a cinematic goldmine for Wallace and Roger, the out-of-luck filmmakers working as freelance crime scene videographers for the police homicide department. They hatch what is a possibly brilliant, but probably really dumb idea to begin filming Charlie as he cracks the case and actually begins solving the murders for what they think will be their career-breaking masterpiece, and maybe the most bizarre film-noir documentary ever made. Problem is, nobody is really sure that Charlie isn’t the serial killer. Meanwhile, the dead hipsters are piling up like pancakes (pancakes in thrift-store flannel), there’s a rival Danish film crew, and on top of everything else, it looks like the killer is now making an experimental film of his own…which is so not cool. [Courtesy of official site]